Dennis: “… well I don’t think I’ve actually been to Mars, but I’ve been lots of other places, like Planet Costco and the Star League space bowling alley …”
Mouse: “I cannot believe NASA hasn’t hung up on you yet.”
Adam Ant: “Excuse me, but how much longer will I be expected to stand here listening to that dog talk on the phone?”
Producer Smurf: “Dennis! Stop smurfing around on the phone with NASA! We have a show to smurf and we’re behind schedule!”
Dennis: “… oh and one time I got turned into a chicken by a space chicken. Then we went to their home planet and …”

Dennis: “How did I get to all these places? It varies. Sometimes I fly to them in the Doghouse of Justice. Sometimes I get abducted by aliens.”
Producer Smurf: “So sorry, Mr. Ant! Catering, smurf in some refreshments for Mr. Ant immediately!”
Chaplin: “What can we get you, Mr. Ant? We have bouncy toys, fish treats, stinky food pouches, catnip spray …”
Adam Ant: “What sort of bizarre catering arrangements are these? None of that is anything I would want to use.”
Dennis: “Actually I probably usually get abducted by aliens. Like the time I stumbled into a UFO disguised as an IKEA planter.”
Mouse: “I can only assume that you are on speaker-phone in a room full of hysterically laughing NASA scientists.”
Adam Ant: “I’ll take a bottle of the catnip spray, though. For later.”

Adam Ant: “I have to say, this is the biggest bottle of catnip spray I’ve ever seen.”
Charlee: “It’s top of the line, Mr. Ant. You can tell because the label is written in French.”
Chaplin: “We wrote a haiku about it!”
Producer Smurf: “Gah! No poetry! Poetry is death for ratings! Especially bad poetry Charlee: “Catnip spray from France \ Like French perfume, but better \ Because it’s catnip”
Adam Ant: “Oookay.”
smurfed by or about cats!”
Dennis: “A job? What kind of job? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Sure, that sounds good. Thanks for calling. Ok bye.”

Jareth, The Goblin King: “There you are, Adam. I need you back in the labyrinth at once. That girl showed up again, and this time she has a Taser and a GPS.”
Adam Ant: “Well this has been lovely but I’ve got to go. Contractual obligations etc. Perhaps I can come back to sing for your ant friends some other time, but probably not.”
Producer Smurf: “Wait! Don’t go! What about the Sugardome?”
Adam Ant: “There’s life beyond the Sugardome, my little blue friend.”
Mouse: “NASA offered you a job?”
Dennis: “I guess they did. What does a ‘director’ do?”

Chaplin: “Who’s next, Charlee? Is it the panther? I hope it’s the panther.”
Charlee: “Me too!”
Dennis: “Apparently I have to go talk to something called ‘The Senate’ first.”
Mouse: “This can’t be happening …”
Producer Smurf: “Fine, smurf off to your fancy labyrinth! We don’t need you anyway! But just see if I validate your parking sticker buddy!”

Mouse: “You’re uniquely unqualified to be Director of NASA, Dennis.”
Dennis: “Thanks! I think so too!”
Auntie Entity: “You’re refusing to validate parking stickers? Bust a deal, you face the wheel.”
Chaplin: “Who’s that, Charlee?”
Charlee: “I’m not sure. I think it might be Barbarella.”
Producer Smurf: “Smurf off, Auntie Entity! This isn’t Bartertown!”

Soon …

Chaplin: “This toy is even better than the wand that spins in a circle under that plastic yellow apron.”
Charlee: “Round and round the smurfy goes, when he passes, I whap his nose.”
Producer Smurf: “Ahhh! Smurf me off this thing!”
Dennis: “When do I get to buy a vowel?”
Producer Smurf: “This isn’t ‘Wheel of Fortune’, Dennis.”